Not Just An Argument

John Sheppard stepped through the gate. He had one thing on his mind. "Damn it Teyla! He yelled. "I said shoot him. For god's sake why can't you do a simple thing?"

"I need not explain myself to you." Teyla shot back. She walked from the gate room.

He pursued her. "You sure as hell have to."

"By the ancestors you are dense!"

He loved the fire of these arguments. "I'm dense! You're the one who can't follow a simple order!"

She stepped into the transporter, nearly blocking him from entering. "I made myself quite clear."

They exited into the deserted section of the city. John finally let himself relax. "Alone at last."

Teyla shoved him into the wall, straddling him so he couldn't escape. "Alone together." She dropped her P90 to the ground.

He followed suit, stripping off his jacket. He hated the deception, he hated the lies. He did love how she could argue. He loved everything about her. He pulled her in, kissing her viciously.

She responded in tune, her jacket half off as she was lost in their fierce kissing. "You still have not learned." She said, coming for air only briefly.

John pushed her into their designated room. They were so far away from everyone else in the city, that no one would ever find them. "I think I learned a bit, enough to win you." He pushed her against the wall, straddling her so that she could escape this time.

They'd started this a few months ago. All it had taken was one kiss after a sparring match. They hadn't been able to stop. He had lost control. As much as he hated himself for losing control, he had her and it made it all worthwhile.

He wondered how anyone didn't know. They'd do this on a regular basis. He'd start an argument just after they came through the gate, she'd play right along. They would appear to be bickering viciously to anyone who saw them, until they got their designated room.

The room had nothing in it, except a couple of broken chairs and a couch. They'd never bothered to bring anything else into it. They used it for this, nothing else. They walls were slightly worn, as if they'd been shot sometime. It hadn't been by them.

He finally let her go. He pushed himself back. "I needed that." He said.

"Indeed." Teyla replied. "When will we no longer have to hide?"

"I don't know." He let his head drop. "You know there's nothing I want more in the world... right?"

"Yes, I know. I find it difficult to understand why it is not allowed in your military."

"It's all a complicated series of rules and crap I don't care about."

"There is no way around it."

"Not that I see it. I will promise you this, as I've done a thousand times, once we've dealt with the wraith..." He grinned, he had said this a thousand times. "...I will quit the air force and marry you."

She kissed him again, she knew he would. "Give me five minutes." She collected her jacket and P90, then headed for the transporter.

John whistled. "I love you Teyla."